Art And Design High School - Prism Yearbook (New York, NY)

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WHITE YELLOW ORANGE GREEN BLUE VI OLET BLACK MAN MADE: a color that is gray, that is snow - is filth in sight, and is swept away to fall another day hated and unwanted. is a bilious sun, not the sunlight's pale cast, but bellowing cheap fractions of the reflecting source an electric light. is not the fire in sun- set, is not the glories of dawn. is a chintz scarf lost in a gutter, blow- ing flutter mixing with the dirt. is shining, is the nause- ating gloss of the subway car's paint, the subway car's tainted tint all slashed and lashed with obscenities. is the hidden one, is the forgotten one, - the buildings are the sky! Blue is the old man's shirt, a soiled old skirt. is twilight's hue - is the commuters greeting light after climbing from the depths of the city's subways, lt foretells the end of the weary days, al- ways. is a pool of wet city sweat or better known as puddles of pollution, the city's rain. After the fall is tamed into dirt. LANI MYSAK PRISM YELLOW in the burning intensity of the yellow sunrise a golden bird spreads his wings in victory. strength emanates from the celestial glow, giving power to the winged god of the morning light. he flies freely, leaving me behind. his wings were once bound by the magic ropes tied to my veins. the sun has transmitted its energy to his system. causing him to rip my binding and fly with all of his strength towards the sun of freedom. TINA LADAS REFLECTIONS OF INDIGO Blue - Reflection of the somber moodiness of the recesses of a reflective mind. - White - hot pinpoints herald the doom of day, As the cool blue ceiling of evening caresses the earth with relief from the scorching sun. The deep, melancholy blue soothes eyes, raw from brilliant sounds: it envelops the senses in a womb of comforting, lonely space. Dark, mute swans glide like ephemeral shadows over the swift waters of the musical Blue Danube: its water glistens in countless gems of ultramarine and cerulean, melding with the midnight blue sky. . . Somewhere in a cool veridian forest, sapphire feline eyes glint in the negative moonlight, stalking, glimmering like multi-faceted blue-black coals. Timeand Space are Blue. A cobalt sky underlies a velvet-black eternity of colors yet unseen.

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DIMENSIONS OF OUR SPECTRUM We are the love generation. We are the war generation. We represent the emergeance of man from the shell of denial to the utmost in awareness. We are unafraid to face reality. We are the think generation. We are more introspective than ever before. We have expanded our minds and broadened our outlooks. We are great discoverers, probing the field of creativity, constantly. We are greatly pressured by complex problems, but we try to solve them. We have an optimism no other age has: unique in itself. We will find ourselves faster than others our age because we know what to look for! We strove to equal others and we have surpassed. We have won the battle! We have suffered through drought and flood and have blossomed into better individuals. We have questioned ourselves and searched our souls. We have explored the regions of life's mysteries. We have questioned others, but learned to accept. We have learned to shake the hand of defeat, rather than bear a grudge. We have estimated our own worth and learned how to increase it. We have seen that life is cruel and wonderful at the same time. We have ridden the waves of trying times, emerging victorious. We have learned to appreciate what is worthwhile and can discern what is not. We have chosen our goals and are about to enter the realm of realizing our dreams. We are about to enter a new Renaissance in living and thought. We are about to enter a revolution in life, as independent individuals. We are no longer allowed to grasp onto childhood as an excuse, for we are making our debut into the world of the adult. We are being graduated into a new phase of life. We will use the skills we have learned to enter the phase gracefully. We will be prepared to roll across the ocean of time without mutiny on the part of life, without being stifled, to be what we are CARYN WARD

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BLUE is beautiful and limitless. knowing only the infinite boundaries of star-studded space. Blue is one of the darker colors of the spectrum , . . ' - a minute part of what is, an encompassing part of what we see. My spirit is blue, alive through color: The color of a probing, searching intellect. at peace and at odds with his universe. The universe of blue space. DIERDRE WOLOWNICK GREY IS THE COLOR OF DESTINY 615 In the cold grey light of morning a small group of men had gathered for a ceremony. One man lifted a brick from the pile, laid it down in the mortar, and said, lt has begun! The city was built of brick and stone. The builders are dead And their names are unknown. f2l The years went by, and dirt streets were eventually covered with black asphalt and tar. Bricks and stones gave way to steel and glass. The city progressed. Retrogression and progression. Man has outgrown his toys. Oldfthings, new things But no everlasting joys. C37 Dark grey avenues lined with bars and jails and whorehouses soiled the city's soul. The inhabitants had only one desire -to live life fully while it lasts. The city became another Sodom and Gomorrah and the lofty skyscrapers shouted out: We are the epitome Of your materialistic society, The mirror image of your soul. C47 The city survived the ravages of time. Its denizens thought themselves to be invincible. Here is our fortress, they yelled, It is impregnable: We are invulnerable. Nothing can harm us! To this, the stoic steel edifices replied: We were conceived in your childhood. We then grew to manhood, While you remained the immature child. 159 No one ever conquered the city, and the people thought themselves secure. They recounted to each other how they had withstood outsider's attacks, bragging more about their greatness each day. Not even nature would be able to destroy us. We are the mighty ones! To this the stoic structures made no reply. C67 The Black Death came and took with itself the entire population of the great city. Now only the glass and steel buildings remained. The spark of human life had vanishedg decay has set in. Yes, we are the great cities that have protected you for centuries But in the end we all turn to dust. LEONA SEUFERT BLACK You entered my life from the black geometric shadows cast upon bare walls. Your face glowed like streaming light from midnight windows. Your stoical existence left permanent stains within me. lcould never tell you how Ireally felt. You lit fires that spread through the dry night like the rushing tides upon heated sand. You burned entire cities. And as the blackness disappears at dawn, you disappeared. Disappeared like the black storm clouds at the return ofthe sun. TINA LADAS